A screeching noise repeated nearby. It read 7:00. The pang from icy air rippled across my face. Birds sang songs of morning outside the streaky block window while nails clicked along the wooden floor above. A boisterous beast intimidated innocent passerbys.
My ribcage expanded with a thick flow of air filling my lungs, before retracting and exhaling with a tired groan. I twisted my legs and pulled myself to the familiar sound before touching the button labeled “off”.
The clock promptly ceased all noise. The smell of a clean, warm ocean filled the room. Textbooks lay haphazardly across the floor, waiting to be placed in a more suitable location. My backpack was open, ready to assume the position of carrying my books.
Warm sunlight filtered through the thick glass above my computer, illuminating the corners of my room. Where the sunlight didn’t reach, my lamp did. The small lamp from IKEA left a soft green glow on the corner nearest to me. My bass was shining and sparkling on the wall, begging to be picked up and played.
The closet was stuffed full of still not enough clothes. One more jacket and it might burst. Filled with colored shirts, coats, jeans and hoodies, before I lay options out prior to picking an outfit.
The still beast that was my computer slept in the corner under the window. It’s battery hummed with power, urging me to play just one game before class. The black shapes on top of the desk were laid out next to each other, displaying no signs of life.
This was my space. My room. Somewhere I had peace, and it was a place to call my own. A safe place, free of homework, studying and my pets. All of that was outside, where it waited to be finished, reviewed, or played with.

